Nature’s gifts

Those days, our raspberry plants gave us oogles of little berries! A generosity I wish humans could imitate…

Framboises

This stick bears at least 300 fruits (I counted them!) hence, the shack was put to contribution!

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We had a morning visitor on the June 24 St-Jean: an oppossum making his rounds on the patio. Our two cats were anxious…

Opossum

At the end of the afternoon, another family member tastes the fruits!

Cueillette

The silent destruction of creativity

A writer's career path before the restrictions

The new Canada Periodical Fund (replacing the Publications Assistance Program/Canada Magazine Fund) will exclude any Canadian print magazines without 5000 copies sold per year.

It means that most of the French literary magazines that published my first efforts will be excluded! Among those,  Solaris, Virages and Ciel Variable, all running at less than 5000 copies a year.

I guess I can safely add the SF magazine On Spec to this list.

Although this number is aberrant for the French publication, who get the same minimum floor as the English ones, even if their readership is way less, (the ratio anglo/franco is  3 to 1. Meaning, a fair requirement would have been of 1250 copies for the pour the French magazines. (Thanks to Jean Pettigrew, publisher of Alire, and the magazines Alibis and Solaris, for this precision).

The same path, after the restrictions

This text (in French) on the Devoir website, by Jean Larose, explains the consequences of those new restrictions. After making away with the literary broadcasts and gutting Radio-Canada, for being “elitist” (that is a sin to educate people), it’s the turn of cultural magazines to taste the conservative medicine.

By transforming culture as a big-buck entertainment industry, by uniformizing the product, the government cut the next generation af writers and artists from a well of creativity, that precious resource helping humanity to cope with the challenges coming our way. And the more for Science-fiction. SF is a patchwork of ideas, thought-provoking scenarios, unlocking the reader’s imagination.

Author of Life of Pi, Yann Martel, explained how his literary career began with a small Vancouver fanzine who published his first efforts.  This humble publication pronged him to persevere in writing. He also appreciated his first writer’s grant, on the website http://www.whatisstephenharperreading.ca/about/ :

I, for example, represented 1991, the year I received a Canada Council B grant that allowed me to write my first novel. I was 27 years old and the money was manna from heaven. I made those $18,000 last a year and a half (and compared to the income tax I have paid since then, an exponential return on Canadian taxpayers’ investment, I assure you).

In the same way, Solaris and Ciel Variable, then Saisons littéraires and Virages published my first efforts.

In 1987, I had a poetry and a text published in number 2 and 5 of Ciel Variable. There, I met Hélène Monette, who also had her first poems published.  Now, more thant 20 years later, Hélène’s work, provocative, full of intellectual dynamite, was recognized by a GG award, (mine by a GG nomination the same year).

I take this occasion to thank warmly Solaris. In ten years, I passed through the entire cycle: a beginner, I received rejection letters. But those letters came with explications and commentaries that helped me to improve my writing. Solaris’ editors, Yves Meynard, then Joel Champetier, did that work, mostly on a volunteer basis.

Their advice led me to have nearly 10 novels published, six to eight literary Award and countless nominations (among them, the Trillium and GG awards) . The Jules-Verne Saga were a by product of a short-story initially refused by Solaris.

I would like to tell you that since those days, I have become a successful author with a large following of millions worldwide. That would be the only form of achievement that the Conservative government would respect, of course. Nevertheless, I am proud of writing my books and giving my lectures and workshops, dispensing encouragements to the young generation. The results are less tangible but, as with plants, they grow in silence.

I owe all this to the small publishers. If their -very modest – grants are cut, they will have more difficulties to survive. The  next generation of creators will be starved, denied the sunlight necessary for their growth. The competition will be fiercer for less publishing space, where official recognition will go to more popular and more vapid entertainers…  Overall creativity will suffer and dwindle, leaving less space for thinking. (see my other post there).

I leave the conclusion to Yann Martel, a citation from the same source

I was thinking that to have a bare-bones approach to arts funding, as the present Conservative government has, to think of the arts as mere entertainment to be indulged in after the serious business of life, that—in conjunction with retooling education so that it centres on the teaching of employable skills rather than the creating of thinking citizens—is to engineer souls that are post-historical, post-literate and pre-robotic; that is, blank souls wired to be unfulfilled and susceptible to conformism at its worst—intolerance and totalitarianism—because incapable of thinking for themselves and vowed to a life of frustrated serfdom at the service of the feudal lords of profit.


Embrace Life

I don’t do that often, but, I can’t resist linking this example of what good publicists can do, at the top of their art.

Guy imitating the act of driving a car in his living-room

The British organism Sussex Safer Roads Partnership (SSRP) concocted this pub to promote of wearing their seat belts.  But without any pathos or blood, like the ones we had in Canada a few years ago.

the link:

http://www.embracethis.co.uk/

I won the 2010 Solaris Prize!

About one year ago, a Britannic webzine asked for short texts, one or three hundred words max, describing the future in one hundred years, and in the spirit of “mundane” SF. Mundane is a term coined by author Geoff Ryman to describe a “down-to-earth” approach to science-fiction stories.

I jotted a few ideas of a bleak future from which grew an embryo of text. I reworked it… and exceeded the word limit. So I left the text alone for a while.

One or two months later, I took the text back and managed to fold it into a story, with a bird-eye point of view by an unlikely character.

As the Solaris Prize deadline approached, I decided to work on it again, and polish it. The story finally grew strong and mature enough. So, like a child that I am proud of, I let it go…

And I received the good news last week. I’m a proud mother! The Prize includes a generous sum, plus the publication in the Solaris magazine.

The official communiqué (in French) is here

Great expectations

More and more, the time lag separating athlete’s position is dwindling. The performance were evaluated in seconds, then, in tenth of seconds, now in hundreth… Soon, in three decimals after the second?

Drug use is the great temptation for an athlete who gave up so much of themselves for the podium. The genetic lottery favors some more than other. Hi-tech materials and fabrics do the rest. Despite the tech, a youth comes so close to the podium…

Do you remember the 2nd, 3rd place in a game? (And the fourth, which I call the chocolate medal). In those great expectations, with the new drug tech emerging each year, the temptation is strong… for the athlete and or the trainer! And woe to the stadium star who has fallen!

And the efforts sometime do not bring the results. We saw a sad accident happen.

We heard the commentators for weeks: Canada should bring 15 medals, no 20, and at least 5 gold…

I do not like this attitude of “reserving” medals, as if it were a due. Many countries, with few means, will live the Olympic ideal, participate without winning. And 8 or 10 developed countries, pouring millions in training and trinkets (while the province of BC cut the art budget from 46 millions to… 3 millions), make the prognostics.

So: all athletes won’t win the first place, but all will participate. And it is an accomplishment just to be chosen for the Games…

To all of you, athletes, I give the chocolate medal, 65% cocoa !

:^)

_Great Expectations_ refers, of course, to the Charles Dickens’ novel.

A worker-at-home’s move…

A useful remainder

I don’t know if you are a worker-at-home like me, but getting to answer to all the gas-marketers, electricity-marketers, after-life marketers… knocking at your door is time and energy-consuming.

Here is a nice thing I drew on a whiteboard with markers. I can enjoy tranquillity at last!

Now, to tackle those pesky telemarketers… and their elusive bosses!

My first English SF workshop

Last Saturday, I took the bus and subway to go to a workshop.

The wookshop took place in the Tightrope books office, with a river of coffee with biscuits and strawberries. It was a very convivial setting, near a subway (excellent for me transiting from Mississauga).  Author and poet Sandra Kasturi was our host.

Sandra took the time to explore the preoccupations and favourite topics of each participant beforehand, so the workshop was well attuned. For me, it was my first English-language workshop (all my published books are in French), and I found out that I like to write in English!

Sandra’s sharing of her writing was deep felt. The writing exercises were short but intense, with the added incentive of submitting what we produced to various venues. Each of us, from first time writers to published ones, or hoping to, was well received. Francine is working on her novel, Johanne, an engineer like I was, is negotiating the hurdles of a first hard-SF novel , I had already read some of Kate Riedel’s texts in ON SPEC…

I hope to see them again soon.

Sandra’s vision is that there shouldn’t be hard “rules” in writing, because each of us has a different lifestyle or occupation. She provided us with a lot of practical resource informations, plus a taste to continue to create and share our stories with the rest of the world.

Now, I must work on my flash-fiction…

Merry wishes

All my best wishes for this blog’s readers!

Views of Saskatoon in late Autumn

P1060589RiviereRochesPont The rocky side of the Saskatchewan River.

For the event Lire à tous vents, I had the joy to discover a Saskatchewan, visiting schools in Saskatoon and Prince-Albert. Prince-Albert was under snow, but I received a warm welcome from the staff and students.

The Saskatchewan River divides in two parts the Saskatoon city, founded in 1882.

Le bord de la riviere Saskatchewan Autumn reflection

Saskatoon had been named after the little Saskatoon bay which grew there. Seven bridges were built to reunite the two part.

Freshly disembarqued from the plane, I had a grand afternoon for visit the Mendel Museum with a nice mini-botanical garden, and the Art gallery.

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I was impressed by the portraits by James Henderson, realized between 1914 and 1930.

Henderson painted Indians, and was nicknamed  Wicite Owapi Wicasa: the man who paints the old men.

Galerie Mendel - portraits Portraits of chiefs with landscapes. Those faces are marked with dignity.

And, since for one I had the time, I took my tablet to copy some of the portraits.  The museums offered a lot of folding chairs for artist and art students. Here is on of my efforts.

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(Guess which one from the murale…)

I visited 6 schools from threee different School boards who collaborated to make the event a success.  A few pictures of the visits, where I explain with caricatures the differences between the flavours of the literature ice cream, to introduce the students to science-fiction

P1060592 MicheleNarutoHKelseyWeb One Naruto in 30 seconds at Henry Kelsey school, Saskatoon

P1060563 TechnologieHolyCrossWebTechnologie salvatrice ! This smart board can keep the drawing in memory! (Holy Cross school, Prince-Albert, SK)

Séance impromptue de signatures après la présentations Signings at École Sister O’Brien (Ann Gordon O’Brien, social worker, helper of families and education)

 

The organizers made me discover the nice aspects of Saskatoon, among them, the Bessborough hotel.  Bessborough

With the Mendel museum, I found good restaurants, and never did I ate so well in a Tour! Among the new meals, The salade de poires et de fromage bleu, asperged with a vinaigrette aux Saskatoon berry, well balanced. Also, at my hotel Sheraton (near the “Bess”), The restaurant offered a lasagne au Ricotta et à la courge “Buttercup”. The dessert was, a Saskatoon berries pie.

Some hotels boast a nice interior garden, like this one.

Jardin Interieur

 

 

My S-F novel is a finalist of the GG awards!

Couverture des vents de Tammerlan

Les vents de Tammerlan,  the second tome of my Chaaas’ cycle, is now a finalist of the General Governor’s literary Awards in the children’s literature category.

“This captivating novel by Michèle Laframboise strays from the well-worn paths of science fiction. While conserving the essential elements of the genre, the author’s subtle, at times poetic, prose creates moving and colourful images and gives life to complex, lovable characters. ”

It has been a long time since any science-fiction book, and proudly assumed, was nominated for those awards. The last was Temps perdu, (1984) and Temps Mort (1988), by Charles Monpetit. Meanwhile, children’s and young adults book collections flourished, and SF was relegated in the shadows.

It is a small victory for my story and my paper children, and a larger victory for science-fiction, now recognized as a full  flavour of the literary ice cream!